Page 95 of The Silver Ones
Ronan promptly shifted gears to examine her arm, his intoxicating scent confusingly mixing with her urgency to understand what was happening.
Rem grew dizzy, a sensation of weightlessness taking over her, as if her body had been drained of its blood. Her knees went weak. They gave out without warning, tunnel vision smothering her senses as she fell into a warmth.
Ronan caught her, her eyes glancing up past him to the moon.
It was the last thing that she remembered.
19
FACING THE ELDER WITCH
R O N A N
"Why are you draining her blood?"Ronan asked as he entered the room.
He glared at Fiona before eyeing Rem, who laid on the bed—still unconscious—inside of the Warden residence. He had brought her straight here after she fainted.
Her arm hung over the edge, draining black blood into a bowl, a leather tourniquet taut above her elbow. Ronan had stepped away for a moment to meet with Suna, only to come back to see Fiona draining his Silver’s blood.
"To be honest, this is the first time I have seen this. I have to try everything," Fiona said, breathing heavily, as if nervous.
"It's clearly not working," Ronan chastised, his muscles tensing as he watched the scene before him. “What if that blood was important? What if it was required for her body to process the change? It’s been hours, Fiona, and she hasn’t stirred once."
"Iam the Elder here," she quipped, jerking her head to move the hair out of her face. “Tania permits me to be here, and you trust her.”
He ignored Fiona and approached the bed, searching for any sign that Fiona’s tactics were working. The room smelled of Rem’s blood, masking the pheromones her body otherwise exuded.
Nothing. Her veins remained as black as ink. Her chest slowly rose and fell, oblivious to the world around, unaware of Fiona’s suspicious—and sudden—arrival to the Warden residence while Rem had still been in his arms.
Not even Tania knew what was happening, and since Fiona’s magic had already healed Rem once, their theory held that her body might respond best to it.
He surveyed the Elder, who sniffed the blood in the bowl, reaching into one of the many open jars on a nearby table, sprinkling a gray powder over the blackened blood.
He stared at Rem’s face, black veins marring her beauty as they wound through her soft skin. Hours ago, his desires overrode logic, his instincts wanting to have his way with her… Especially since he could smell her interest. She was a Silver, and he an Alpha. The novelty of such a female spoke even to him.
In all honesty, the power of the Silvers, mixing with Rem’s personality, fascinated him.
But he struggled with pushing the matter of her becoming his mate. It didn't feel right allowing a coerced human into such a position or to toy with her emotions. The power dynamics were too large to properly enjoy anything. So many times, she reminded him she was just a human from a small village, so unlike the other females from his world.
A few hours ago, however, changed something for him.
When she looked at him after recognizing his scent, it was the first time he measured her as more than human, as someone reaching his level—
A knock came to the door, and he turned to see Suna peek her head in. “Brother, come.”
He looked back at Fiona, who nodded, “Yes, please, give me my space.”
“You have the manners of a youngling,” Ronan chided to the Elder.
“I should inform you I am no longer taking part in the Warden Pack, and rather moving here permanently, therefore—”
“Brother,please,” Suna pleaded.
His sister rarely sounded so concerned. He knew he had to go to her, despite his burning instincts telling him not to leave Rem alone.
He said to Fiona, “Harm Rem, and you won’t have a face anymore.”
Once again, something flashed through her eyes, like he’d hit a nerve, although he still wasn’t sure why. He followed Suna out of the room. “This better be important,” he said, waving to Lothar, who stood outside the door, the male so large he looked to be in the wrong home. “Go in and stand with Rem,” he commanded.
